I'M HOME!
And it feels great! Am thankful that after all that sitting and waiting at Heathrow (my fat bum got so bloody sore lah dude), my flight was uber comfy! I think I slept 70% of the time.
Now this is pretty unusual for me. Well, unless when the flight is REALLY uncomfortable (yes BMI, I'm talking about YOU, you suffocating flight you) I'll just force myself to sleep all theway except to eat / drink. But usually, I enjoy flying. Just as long as they have in-flight entertainment (YES Egypt Air, I'm looking at you. Though now some of your flights do have private screens, congratulations!).
Okay no one's gonna care, but because I left my new diary at home in Alexandria, Imma write about what happened up from when checking in, till I land in Malaysian grounds. Just so in the future, if I ever decide that I'm diligent enough to look back through the archives of this blog, I'll be reminded of what happened.
Even when it is just an ordinary experience.
Days before my flight back home, I was already nervous concerning my luggage and how much they weigh. Coz I've had to pay for excess luggage ONCE. And that sh*t ain't cheap y'all. SERIOUSLYY.
So after I was done with claiming my VAT (I got about 10% back), I stumbled upon a weighing station, and went ahead on weighing mine.
Big Samsonite: 27 kilos.
Fabric Ralph Lauren (that we have loads at home coz I think my dad got one / two free for every time he purchases his perfume of said brand) bag: 8 kilos.
Curses inside my head all the way to the check-in counter lah kan. Coz mannn I cannot afford to pay this fee. I mean, I can, but I CANNOT because I already spent a lot on souvenirs and clothes, so I CANNOT.
Wow, thats an explanation.
Thankfully (?) enough, the attendant gave me a bonus of 5 kilos from the supposed 20 kilos limit (TWENTY KILOS WTF??), so she told me to rid off 2 kilos from the Samsonite. Did so, and had to cross out my intentions of implying that the Ralph Lauren bag I had was also, supposed to be a check-in luggage coz I do not appreciate the idea of handling that bag all the way through customs, struggling with putting it on and taking it down from the overhead cabin, etc etc.
So yeah, I ended up having to hand carry:
(A) My backpack which contained: My laptop, 3 books, my Fujifilm Instax 210, my iPod, a bottle of water, etc etc.
(B) A Disneyland Paris shopping bag that has: 2 Dr Martens boots, one Slinky dog (A Toy Story Collectible) - I should tell you that my family collects them. We have Buzz, Woody, Jessie, etcs.
(C) That damned Ralph Lauren bag (that ripped in the end BTW) coz it contained: More books, a pair of creepers I took out from the Samsonite, six pairs of 'I HEART PARIS' t-shirts, 5 large London souvenir pens, and my Flounder plushie from Disneyland. (In case you're not fond of the Disney Classics, Flounder is Ariel, the Little Mermaid's best fish friend).
(D) My Topshop wintercoat.
So. Bloody. Heavy.
It was okay lahh in London at least. But when I reached Malaysia, I was like:
"HECK why did I wear this sweater coz now I'm sweating like madddd and a good-looking and uniform wearing pilot who is walking right behind me (and alternating to my side according to my walking speed) right now is probably thinking that I'm unaware of my deadly BO."
ARGHHH. BTW, BO = Body Odour. And I just had to highlight uniform wearing coz, honestly now; I think the uniform is what helps make pilots looks so damn attractive. Meanwhile, I can't keep a straight face when I state that fact coz... Oh screw him.
So with all that weight I had to carry plus MY OWN, you could just IMAGINE my hatred towards THE UNIVERSE for my seat was like, the 3rd / 4th to last row. Meant that I had to walk through the aisle ALL THE WAYYY BACK, while I hit every possible person with all my bags, receiving soooo many looks of adoration from everyone.
It doesn't help that I flashed the person behind me my SMURFS panties when I bent down to pick up one out of the three newspapers I grabbed on my way in when it fell. Shaits.
Dahla THE SMURFS wehh. I should've at least gotten a pair with Avatar on it. At least they're blue and SEXY y'know. NYAHAHAHA. -_____-"
BUT THE GOOD THING IS: The plane had a few empty seats, and the couple next to me changed to the opposite aisle, so I had THREE SEATS TO MYSELF.
Dude, THREE SEATS TO MYSELF.
So even though there were a lot of good movies (and some I hadn't even watched yet) available on that tiny screen (MAS, do something about this, I think the screen doesn't do the B747 any justice wehh), I spent most of my time SLEEPING.
Waking up only to:
(1) Eat. Okay, I'm such a fatso wehh. But its not my fault, remember how I said I'm a light sleeper? I can hear the tray thingy coming wehh. Cannot blame me.
(2) Listen to music. A lot of new albums on their playlist. Got a little greedy. Should've jotted down some artist names and songs. -____-"
(3) Look out the window. YAY! Cloud formations!
(4) When I hear that some sort of a BEEP sound when the seatbelt light is on. YES. LIGHT SLEEPER. The steward / stewardess didn't have to remind me / wake me up ONCE to tell me that we were going through some turbulence and that I had to get up and put on my seatbelt.
Are you amazeballs now?
Or do I need to kick myself and tell my own face that I'm not the only person in this planet who is like that.
And after... ohh I don't know, a few -teen hours, (eheh) I finally finally got my ass back to Malaysia. For those who already knows, and for you who *thinks* you've figured out what I've been planning, you'd know that it'll be a long time before I leave this place.
K bye I'm going to sleep now coz tomorrow: EXERCISE REGIMEN BEGINS! Cannot be a bum!
GO WOWO GO!
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